Rain begins to fall in late afternoon. The summer breeze is relaxing on my skin. Solitude to calm the mind as I sit outside is embraced like a friend I haven’t seen in a while. A bee flies from one sunflower to another. I watch without fear comforted by the distance between the flower andContinue reading “Nothing In Particular”
Remember when I raved about going on walks every day? I laugh when I read those poems back now. Walking in spring is a delight, the weather is still slightly cool at all hours of the day. Walking in summer is hell, the heat feels like walking in an oven. There’s a small window inContinue reading “Allergic to the Heat”
I watch the sky turn from light yellow to cotton-candy pink within a matter of minutes The evening air is neither hot nor cold I’m comfortable in a sweater It slides down my left shoulder I don’t bother to fix it I listen to Coldplay’s Yellow, Orphans, & Fix You I watch the light fadeContinue reading “Coldplay at Dusk”
I’m surrounded by people for the first time in months. This feels normal and strange all at once. I don’t think about the virus for long. Later I will reflect on why. Social distancing is in place to protect us. We follow the unspoken rules as best we can. I float on the water andContinue reading “By The Lake”
Some days I’m more focused than others. Meditating at the same time every day is ideal. Self-judgment only makes things worse. How many times I come back to the breath is more important than how many times I linger away. I can go for more than ten minutes without needing to look at my phone.Continue reading “20 Things I Learned from 200 Days of Meditation”
The sun reflects off the sand and the water, Causing reality to brighten passed the point of comfort. This moment is now blinded by light, As many people continue on with their time. How is everyone not impacted by this brightness? She thinks as she puts her phone back in her bag. Exchanging her phoneContinue reading “Beach Day”
I go on a drive looking for my old self.I listen to old music and sing along. Dixie Chicks and Bob Dylan,Songs from my childhood that have bled into my young adult years.The leaves have barely changedAs the season of summer is about to leave for the year.Saturday, 79 degrees, and endless blue skiesGuide myContinue reading “Saturday Drive”
The end of summer is near. I sit in the shade out backand listen to the lastof the summer sounds.Noises of insects soundinglike frogs in the afternoon.Kids are walking homefrom school, leaves are preparing to changecolors soon. What to do?Nothing but observethe small airplane flyingoverhead before reminding myself it is best not to move myContinue reading “Summer Before Fall”
I look out to the west to see the mountains have vanished underneath a blanket of heavy rain clouds. For hours, I wait for the rain to fall. Sometimes, it comes and passes within minutes. Other times, like today, it lingers for hours, teasing its arrival while never actually making its way to the plains.
When the clouds come overhead in the afternoon, remember that all days cannot be sunshine and blue skies. You can’t expect perfection when you know there will be rain. It’s okay, you can’t hear allthe good news you want in one day.